April 9th, 2011

do they think of me as well? @ 06:25 am

do they think of me as well in times like theselate at night or through the daysthe backwards glancefrom my moonso it's my heartor at least some prime motivatorsome reminderwhat more could we want from a friend?"Melancholy Sticks To MeIt Must Be The Irish In MeA Great Melancholy Attractor"

they reminded me about my heartmy life's purposemy comfortmy true ways of beingmy folliesreflected my mindmy own abusive actionsfar more than I deservedmuch less than I could meet

those perfect Friendswhom I could never fully loveor be loved byeither orboth

do they think of me as often?in times like theselate at nightquiet in solitudeor the terror of surrounding darkness and coldin times like thesewhen they are also breathingor indulging in any actionrepetitive or inspireduseless or helpful

have they moved on?are their hearts now content?most of them I cannot see from here...I imagine some now arethose the flames could not besuch hungry fires never quencheddestroying that which makes them bright!

ah, is that how my heart is?little ramknocking the lamb off the cliffstripping the ground to the bone